Membuat Mata Indah Layaknya Boneka Novels & Stories

"We're not shooting Pinup Barbie today. We're shooting girl-next-door, Greek-doll, which is already a concept that requires threading a needle through the eye of a camel. The whole point is relatability. Ordinary. Warm." His hand cut toward me again. "Not whatever this is going to look like once you cake her up." "It's makeup, Petros." Nadia stepped between us, both hands raised in the universal gesture for please don't make this worse. "Give us thirty minutes. We can build some texture, work around the swelling, contour beneath the—" "You cannot contour a black eye into looking like sun-kissed cheekbones." Petros's voice cracked across the tent. Nadia's mouth closed.

If we had not done as we had, you would have been dead by now. I knew what the fuck the needle was made of, it was my creation after all. I like to call it the MARIONETTE, it works as perfectly as I intended. Looking at them, I could tell there was something I was not aware of, so I have to turn up my charm, be the nice, golden boy, Matthew is, so I can get them to trust me.

"Ruth... what have you done to my face!?" "It's our make-up trend. Don't you like it?" "I absolutely love it! You're so talented!" I rewarded her with praise. She perfectly shaped my eyebrows, the color of my lips is feminine, and the overall make-up matches my skin; resulting in as a humble doll. Plus, my hair is straightened, that's how I realized the length reaches my waist. I almost feel like staring at my reflection and seeing someone else. "I'd like to stay like this forever."

Prince Steel asked while disgustedly picking the pieces of stuff. "If you had any other idea now then we can change it, but if you hadn't just shut up!" Pheia said irritatedly since when she collected these things, Prince Steel got no other things to do but to pester her like he does not deserve being vegetative because he is a handsome prince. Earlier as Pheia gathered her things, she collected brown eyebrow pencil for creating false crease lines, white powder for creating a pale-like face, white tendrils of hair, and pieces of cotton and brown make-up. All these are used so Prince Steel can become an old vegetative person.

she asks slowly, as if there’s no way in the world they will agree. However, one should never underestimate my mate. Every one of the sprites has a wide-eyed wonderous look on their face. “You can do that?” “You mean like the ones Lady Maeve makes for the sprites in her forest?” “We could have our own?” “It doesn’t to be a ball of light. I can make it in any shape you’d like. I square, a triangle, a…” “An icicle?” Ennata puts her finger in the air and draws it like she’s writing the number one. When she’s done, there is what looks like an icicle floating in the air, glowing with a white light.

(One of these days, she will grow immune to Lord Mattel’s teasing remarks; she will. That is when Regina leans back, and catches a better look at the mask Matte is wearing. Eyes wide, she lifts a hand to gently trace around the edges. The mask looks almost as though it were fashioned of pure gold, fitted over Mattel’s upper face as though it had been melded there. But what is striking about it isn’t the fit, but rather, the crown of it: outlining the top of Mattel’s forehead, is a series of interwoven, golden snakes, the details so intricately engraved that it almost looks as though the snakes are but a breath away from bursting to life.

She hung the stars on the moon. After that, she took a brown balloon and painted the eyes. She made ears, nose, and arms. She put a powdered blue pacifier in the baby's mouth. She made the body with a powdered blue balloon. She placed the baby on the moon. Then she placed the half-moon at the front of the room. Next to the moon, she put a huge chair where Serene would sit. Then she placed the powdered blue and brown cake on the table and blue and brown cupcakes on a small table.

Her father would always say "Никто не хочет покупать коробку яиц с треснувшей скорлупой (No one wants to buy a carton of eggs with cracked shells.) Yumena rewashed her face and created a blank canvas for herself. She sat in her makeup chair for the second time today. The bright mirror light fluorescents reflected in her sad eyes. She really despised having to sit in front of her mirror daily and having to gaze at her face with absolutely no love for it. This had been a part of her routine since she was fourteen and she had never once gotten a break from having to cover her imperfections. The white-haired Vampire thought it would be best to create a more natural makeup look and filled in her

Hari itu terik sekali, seakan-akan matahari memancarkan sinarnya lebih terang dari biasanya. Langit tampak begitu bersih, tak ada sedikit pun awan yang tampak di atas sana. Si kecil Venus yang masih lima tahun duduk di teras rumahnya, memainkan boneka bantal yang kehilangan satu matanya, sementara ibu tirinya, Sella, duduk di atas langkan, memainkan ponsel pintarnya sambil sesekali tersenyum-senyum sendiri.

I sighed. Adrian cocked a brow, "Like literally? The stuffing, the sowing and everything?" "Well, not everything but everything on this rag doll that makes it look creepy... well let me put it like this. What makes it look creepy?" Adrian stared at me weirdly trying to read my thoughts and make sense of where this conversation was going, little did she know thing were going to take a really dark turn. "It has one eye, it's chest is ripped open and its mouth is sewn closed," she replied eyeing me.